Forty minutes after the start of the battle.

"Commander, this is the seventh wave of zombies."

Upon hearing his adjutant's report, Cumberland turned his gaze to the battlefield.

The Knights' strategy of luring the enemy in batches while the Crusaders fought and retreated proved highly effective against the undead.

The tattered remains of the undead stretched out from the center of the distant battlefield, covering a distance of nearly a kilometer.

As Cumberland watched, he said, "I'm warning them again: do not engage in close combat with the undead; maintain a safe distance."

While sending and receiving messages via the Hive, the adjutant reported to Cumberland: "Another alien undead has been discovered, immune to fire, located in the 11th Crusader Squad, which is currently engaged in battle."

Cumberland stared intently as a necromancer engulfed in flames burst through the flames and charged straight toward the Crusader's shield wall.

An ice-type elf replaced a fire-type elf and unleashed a frost breath at the fire-immune undead.

After a burst of white mist, the biting frost froze the alien undead into an ice sculpture, rendering it incapable of movement.

Cumberland turned to his adjutant and asked, "Which one is it?"

Adjutant: "Sir, this is the eleventh."

Cumberland pondered, "The battle has escalated to eleven already? That's a higher percentage than previously reported..."

Adjutant: "Sir, you mean...?"

Cumberland said, "According to the battle report submitted by Holy Guard City, only one in eight hundred undead would mutate... But today, that ratio has quadrupled... There are two possibilities: either we're just having bad luck, or... the rate of undead mutation is accelerating..."

The adjutant said in a low voice, "If it's the latter possibility, then it's very bad news."

Cumberland said expressionlessly, "We've had enough bad news already, one more won't make a difference."

The adjutant breathed a sigh of relief and refocused his attention on the battlefield.

Aldnan, the werewolf, had just shot a crossbow bolt into the necromancer's forehead and hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Carroll shout, "Watch out ahead!"

A rotting undead hound, using its agile movements, leaped over the barrage of arrows and fireballs, soaring into the air and bounding straight towards the shield wall.

In a flurry of activity, Aldenan tried to grab the crossbow hanging on Carol's back.

A white light flashed in front of him, and the completely petrified undead dog fell from mid-air, crashing to the ground and shattering into several pieces.

Aldenan took a deep breath, still shaken, and looked at the undead dog that was slowly coming to a stop, saying, "I hate dogs."

Carroll carefully swept the undead remains outside the shield wall with his axe, nodded to the exhausted Gorgon, and then said to Aldnan, "No time to complain. Load your damn crossbow. The next wave of enemies will be here soon."

Aldenan watched as the Gorgon, having just used her powers, collapsed limply to the ground. Supported by an elf, she returned to the back of the formation. He said worriedly, "Those human undead aren't much of a threat. It's the smaller enemies, like cats, dogs, and rats, that will take up more of our strength."

Carol said, "The key problem is still those insects. Anyone who gets even a little bit on them will become one of the undead, which makes the Crusader's melee forces completely ineffective."

Aldenan looked up at the Valkyrie hovering overhead: "What's more, the spores are prohibited from use."

While maintaining the shield wall formation with the orcs around him, Carol said, "Fortunately, the number of enemies is decreasing. It won't be long before we wipe out the remaining undead."

Aldenan said in a voice only he could hear, "But the number of these undead before us is like a puddle compared to the ocean outside..."

The battle continues...

After another hour of fierce fighting, the Crusaders and the Knights finally faced the last wave of enemies.

The adjutant looked at the battlefield, wiped his sweaty palms with his clothes, and said to Cumberland, "Sir, this is the last batch."

Cumberland nodded: "What about casualties?"

The adjutant said, "No one died, and forty-six people sustained minor injuries, mostly from exhaustion caused by overuse of their superpowers."

Cumberland nodded and said to his adjutant, "Have the Crusader's third detachment begin cleaning up the battlefield."

While communicating via the honeycomb on the keel, the adjutant asked Cumberland, "Do we need to capture a few undead samples alive and hand them over to the research institute?"

Cumberland rejected the suggestion: "We have enough samples at Wayne's. Right now, safety is our top priority. We need to eliminate all the undead!"

Adjutant: "Yes, sir!"

As the last undead in his field of vision fell into the fireball, Carol, who had been under mental tension for a long time, suddenly relaxed, and his body almost fell to the ground.

"Damn, it's finally over."

Looking around, the remains of the undead were almost scattered across the entire grassland.

Carol glanced at Aldenan, who was slumped on the ground, and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to a drink when we get back."

Aldenan waved his hand, looking like he didn't want to talk to him.

The Crusader's third flank, a battle formation composed of lizardmen, dwarves, ratmen, and other species, was responsible for mopping up the battlefield.

Some of them were responsible for reconnaissance, some for recording, and others used makeshift flamethrowers and acid bottles made from oil drums, nozzles, and pressurizers to thoroughly exterminate every undead remnant in the war, ensuring that no undead parasites remained.

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